Hunger rife,
racial disorder,
broken borders,
recession and
recovery,
this is our country.
Our time to stand,
the social structure
collapses,
the inconsistency of
classes,
an intermission of
politics,
a time of
confinement,
plagued by
surveillance.
Powers written in
contract,
to no one deny or
delay right or injustice,
a past history now
relevant,
many fight for
rectitude.
The chasm of
separation,
the burden upon the
poor,
taxed by the
utilities of life,
a conflict of
competition,
no rest bite from the
labour market,
accumulation of
indebtedness.
Previously opposing
forces,
compelled together
to form chaos,
public losing
acceptance,
the enemy ever
patient,
sudden escalation of
popularity,
political unnerving
the educated,
a future precipice.
Crowded by
protection,
defending against
the unjust,
saved by regulation,
supervised by
another quango,
reassurance or
restriction,
anonymous or
exceptional?
